Sleeping Erestor
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,103
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Sleeping Erestor
Title: Sleeping Erestor
Author: MaelleConstance
Part: 1/?
Rating: NC-17 overall
Disclaimer: I do not own any elves; they belong to Tolkien's estate. The story line belongs to the Mouse. And I make no profit from it, darn it!
Warning: None
Beta: None; all spelling mistakes and grammatical fantasies are mine.
Summary: Erestor is the victime of an evil spell. Who will save him? ( As if you did not know!)
Author's Notes: The story line follows the one in Disney's adaptation of Sleeping Beauty, a tale by Charles Perreault, since it is my all time favorite Disney movie.
Written for the Fairy Tale Challenge at Erestor_Lovers.
Sleeping Erestor
A long time ago, somewhere in Middle-Earth lived an elven lord and his lovely lady wife. They had bonded many centuries before and were perfectly happy with each other. They lived in a very beautiful castle with plenty of servants and had many wise and powerful elves for friends. There was only one thing missing in their happiness: no matter how long they had been trying, the lady had yet to give birth to the child they both desired with all their hearts.
When the lord and lady had almost resigned themselves to remain childless, a great wizard came to the castle. His appearance was quite humble but the sparkle in his eye spoke of both his wisdom and his knowledge. His name was Gandalf and he soon found what was wrong with the couple. He fixed a very foul tasting herbal tea that he gave to the lord and the lady and he told them to let nature take its course. A few weeks later, to the immense joy of the couple, they realized that the lovely lady had conceived a child. The lord thanked Gandalf, who promised to come back when the infant would be born.
A year later, the lady gave birth to the most beautiful little elfling that had graced Middle-Earth. His head was covered with the blackest, softness hair ever seen. His skin was as pale as winter's snow and as soft as the finest silk. He had lips that shame the red rose and eyes as dark as the deepest night. Overjoyed, the parents named their newborn son Erestor and set out to organize a grand celebration to welcome him into the world.
Guests from all over Middle-Earth came to see the little wonder. A banquet of sumptuous magnificence was prepared. Among their many powerful friends, the lord and lady choose three fellow elven lords to become Erestor godfathers. Each one of them was the ruler of his realm and in a position to favor greatly the elfling in the future. The first godfather was Gil-Galad. He was the king of many elves whom he ruled in all fairness. He approached the crib and looked at Erestor.
-What an intelligent looking little baby you are! You will surely make a cunning advisor, someday.
He smiled to the child who cooed in return. The second godfather was Celeborn. He ruled the most beautiful realm on Middle-Earth and was renowned for his great wisdom. He admired Erestor before saying:
- I see curiosity in your eyes, little one. A lover of lore you will surely become.
The third godfather's name was Thranduil. He ruled a small kingdom not far away. Thranduil was neither very wise nor very intelligent but since he was at the head of a powerful army, he was everyone best friend. He looked at the child for a few seconds.
-Wow! I predict that you will be one heck of a looker one day!
And he went of to get one more drink. The lord and lady were glowing with pride. Everything was all right with the world. Or so it seemed to them. Little did they know that a great tragedy was about to struck their precious little Erestor.
At the high point of the celebration, a tall and severe looking man appeared. To his horror, the lord recognized the dark wizard Saruman. This evil figure had not been seen in these parts for a very long time and the lord wondered why he had chosen to appear at this celebration. The lord and lady watched in disgust as the wizard approached the crib of little Erestor.
-This is a very joyful reunion, I see. My invitation must have been lost on the way.
-It was not lost; you were not invited! Countered a very drunk Thranduil. No one wanted to see your ugly face here. You will scare the little one!
-I see. My my, what an awkward moment. However, since I am here, I will give my gift to the elfling.
Saruman looked into the crib and immediately, Erestor cried in terror. Unaffected by the screams, Saruman spoke these evil words:
-My gift to you, little elf, is this: for five hundred years, you will live a most blissful life. You will grow to be both beautiful and intelligent beyond measure.You will love books and knowledge and many will seek your advice. However, on the day of your 500th begetting day, you will prick your finger on a quill and you will die.
The lady picked up the poor infant as if this simple gesture could protect him from Saruman's words. The lord ordered his guards to seize the evil wizard while Celeborn asked:
-Why are you doing such a cruel thing to an innocent child?
-The answer, you old goat is quite simple: because I can. And you, my lord, do you really believe that your puny guards can hold the might of Saruman?
Suddenly, there was a bolt of lightning and quite a good amount of smoke. Thranduil was so surprise by it that he spilled his wine in his neighbor's corsage. When all the smoke cleared away, all could see that Saruman was gone. The lady, still holding her son, cried of despair.
-Isn't there any hope for my child?
-There is still some, fair lady.
The crowd parted so that Gandalf could come near the desperate couple.
-I arrived too late to stop that warg's dejection, explained the wizard. However, as I said, there is still hope yet.
-Can you undo this evil spell?
-No, my lord; Saruman is more powerful than I am. I cannot lift the spell from the child.
The Grey Wizard took little Erestor from his mother's arms and looked in his beautiful dark eyes. The little one, understanding that the old man meant him no harm, smiled and cooed at him.
-However, I can modify it. Upon your 500th begetting day, little one, you will prick your finger on a quill but you will not die. Instead, you will be put in a deep sleep until an act of pure love awakens you.
Thranduil, who had found yet another mug, raised it and proclaimed:
-See? Everything is fine, now. Let's drink to that!
And he emptied his mug.
Tbc...
Author: MaelleConstance
Part: 1/?
Rating: NC-17 overall
Disclaimer: I do not own any elves; they belong to Tolkien's estate. The story line belongs to the Mouse. And I make no profit from it, darn it!
Warning: None
Beta: None; all spelling mistakes and grammatical fantasies are mine.
Summary: Erestor is the victime of an evil spell. Who will save him? ( As if you did not know!)
Author's Notes: The story line follows the one in Disney's adaptation of Sleeping Beauty, a tale by Charles Perreault, since it is my all time favorite Disney movie.
Written for the Fairy Tale Challenge at Erestor_Lovers.
Sleeping Erestor
A long time ago, somewhere in Middle-Earth lived an elven lord and his lovely lady wife. They had bonded many centuries before and were perfectly happy with each other. They lived in a very beautiful castle with plenty of servants and had many wise and powerful elves for friends. There was only one thing missing in their happiness: no matter how long they had been trying, the lady had yet to give birth to the child they both desired with all their hearts.
When the lord and lady had almost resigned themselves to remain childless, a great wizard came to the castle. His appearance was quite humble but the sparkle in his eye spoke of both his wisdom and his knowledge. His name was Gandalf and he soon found what was wrong with the couple. He fixed a very foul tasting herbal tea that he gave to the lord and the lady and he told them to let nature take its course. A few weeks later, to the immense joy of the couple, they realized that the lovely lady had conceived a child. The lord thanked Gandalf, who promised to come back when the infant would be born.
A year later, the lady gave birth to the most beautiful little elfling that had graced Middle-Earth. His head was covered with the blackest, softness hair ever seen. His skin was as pale as winter's snow and as soft as the finest silk. He had lips that shame the red rose and eyes as dark as the deepest night. Overjoyed, the parents named their newborn son Erestor and set out to organize a grand celebration to welcome him into the world.
Guests from all over Middle-Earth came to see the little wonder. A banquet of sumptuous magnificence was prepared. Among their many powerful friends, the lord and lady choose three fellow elven lords to become Erestor godfathers. Each one of them was the ruler of his realm and in a position to favor greatly the elfling in the future. The first godfather was Gil-Galad. He was the king of many elves whom he ruled in all fairness. He approached the crib and looked at Erestor.
-What an intelligent looking little baby you are! You will surely make a cunning advisor, someday.
He smiled to the child who cooed in return. The second godfather was Celeborn. He ruled the most beautiful realm on Middle-Earth and was renowned for his great wisdom. He admired Erestor before saying:
- I see curiosity in your eyes, little one. A lover of lore you will surely become.
The third godfather's name was Thranduil. He ruled a small kingdom not far away. Thranduil was neither very wise nor very intelligent but since he was at the head of a powerful army, he was everyone best friend. He looked at the child for a few seconds.
-Wow! I predict that you will be one heck of a looker one day!
And he went of to get one more drink. The lord and lady were glowing with pride. Everything was all right with the world. Or so it seemed to them. Little did they know that a great tragedy was about to struck their precious little Erestor.
At the high point of the celebration, a tall and severe looking man appeared. To his horror, the lord recognized the dark wizard Saruman. This evil figure had not been seen in these parts for a very long time and the lord wondered why he had chosen to appear at this celebration. The lord and lady watched in disgust as the wizard approached the crib of little Erestor.
-This is a very joyful reunion, I see. My invitation must have been lost on the way.
-It was not lost; you were not invited! Countered a very drunk Thranduil. No one wanted to see your ugly face here. You will scare the little one!
-I see. My my, what an awkward moment. However, since I am here, I will give my gift to the elfling.
Saruman looked into the crib and immediately, Erestor cried in terror. Unaffected by the screams, Saruman spoke these evil words:
-My gift to you, little elf, is this: for five hundred years, you will live a most blissful life. You will grow to be both beautiful and intelligent beyond measure.You will love books and knowledge and many will seek your advice. However, on the day of your 500th begetting day, you will prick your finger on a quill and you will die.
The lady picked up the poor infant as if this simple gesture could protect him from Saruman's words. The lord ordered his guards to seize the evil wizard while Celeborn asked:
-Why are you doing such a cruel thing to an innocent child?
-The answer, you old goat is quite simple: because I can. And you, my lord, do you really believe that your puny guards can hold the might of Saruman?
Suddenly, there was a bolt of lightning and quite a good amount of smoke. Thranduil was so surprise by it that he spilled his wine in his neighbor's corsage. When all the smoke cleared away, all could see that Saruman was gone. The lady, still holding her son, cried of despair.
-Isn't there any hope for my child?
-There is still some, fair lady.
The crowd parted so that Gandalf could come near the desperate couple.
-I arrived too late to stop that warg's dejection, explained the wizard. However, as I said, there is still hope yet.
-Can you undo this evil spell?
-No, my lord; Saruman is more powerful than I am. I cannot lift the spell from the child.
The Grey Wizard took little Erestor from his mother's arms and looked in his beautiful dark eyes. The little one, understanding that the old man meant him no harm, smiled and cooed at him.
-However, I can modify it. Upon your 500th begetting day, little one, you will prick your finger on a quill but you will not die. Instead, you will be put in a deep sleep until an act of pure love awakens you.
Thranduil, who had found yet another mug, raised it and proclaimed:
-See? Everything is fine, now. Let's drink to that!
And he emptied his mug.
Tbc...